Page 34 of Dancing With Temptation

Roxie

Lincoln kissed her deeply, softer than he’d ever kissed her before, but with so much intensity it nearly took her breath away. Roxie brought her hands up to his face, to touch him, feel him, and make sure this was all real. Cambodia had brought her many things, but for the first time since the night of the fire ten years ago, she felt like she could be herself.

Nobody here knew her past, apart from Lincoln, or knew who she was before she came here. There was no judgment, no need to hide and she felt free here. She felt freer than she ever had before and that was what made this place really special. Lincoln had brought her here and he’d given her a bigger gift than an exotic vacation. He’d given her the freedom to breathe in peace.

Her lips moved with his as he traced her tongue with his. Having him over her, cradled in her thighs, so intimately pressed into her, made her aware suddenly of just how different this was with him here. Back home, they both stood aloof from each other, sparring for the dominant position, but here? They were two people sharing something far more than pleasure.

A tear formed in her eye and she pulled away from him, caught up in something she didn’t want to define yet.

“What’s wrong?” He asked quietly, his eyes seeking through the darkness, spearing into her to find what had made her pull back.

“I’m just overwhelmed from the accident I guess.” She dismissed the moment, a smile back in place. “Kiss me again, Lincoln.”

She moved back to him but instead of kissing her, he…hugged her.

She’d been hugged a million times in her life. By her parents, friends, lovers along the way. She’d hugged strangers and acquaintances and knew what it felt like. Sometimes it felt awkward, or good. Sometimes it even felt soothing. This hug, however, felt like a place she’d been missing had finally been found.

Calm took over, wiped gently at the overwhelming thing that had nearly brought her to tears, and soothed her once more. Her body relaxed in Lincoln’s arms, allowed her to enjoy his touch in ways she never had before. As a partner.

“I’m fine now, Lincoln. I promise.” She finally whispered to him, but he continued to hold her.

She’d been a teen on the run the first time she’d slept with him, the first time she’d slept with any man. Now, she was a grown woman, who had nothing to fear, for the moment at least. She could relax. She could enjoy what Lincoln gave her. She could enjoy being alive for the first time that she could remember.

“Lincoln.” She pulled away to look at him, a smile on her face. “Kiss me?”

“As you please, Princess Lolita.” He murmured against her jawline before his lips moved up to hers.

The kiss lasted for days, or so it seemed. Her body moved against his as the kiss lingered, wanting more, wanting to be touched. Her hands clutched at his strong swimmer’s shoulders, slid down his narrow waist with pure enjoyment at how well-made he was, before cupping over the round tense muscles of his ass. He had a perfect ass to dig her nails into.

No matter that she needed a manicure after digging around in the dirt with the kids when they played, or when the adults planted new vegetables. It didn’t matter that her hands were no longer smooth but covered in nicks from cutting down vegetation with the women as they cleared land for a new building. None of it mattered when she pushed at his ass to tilt his hips deeper into hers.

All that mattered was how he groaned into her mouth, how his hips pressed his hard length into the heat of her center. Lincoln moved down her body, worshiping her neck, her collar bone, before moving down to tease a nipple into a tight peak with the heated confines of his mouth. His lips sucked at the peak, his tongue darting at it in time with the hand that slid down between her thighs.

He let the nipple go, only to capture the other and torture it with his sensual attention. Roxie enjoyed having her nipples teased, enjoyed it a lot, but Lincoln rarely used his mouth on them when they were back home. Here, they had none of the toys, the enhancements, that made sex a thrill. Here, they only had each other and what they were born with as their tools. It was almost primitive, but at the same time, she liked that very much.

It was something else that set them free as far as Roxie was concerned. Her hands began to move on him, to tease at his nipples while her mouth bit at the back of his neck where she could reach. He hissed in a breath when her teeth closed on his skin, and she bit a fraction harder. Her hands moved lower, to grasp at his cock, to tease the hard flesh while her teeth sank a little deeper.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Lincoln rasped, his hips pushing into her hand, his head up, to allow her the access she needed to bite his neck. “Harder.”

She smiled around his skin and bit just a little bit harder. Not enough to draw blood but enough that he could feel it, could feel the shimmer of pain that morphed into a very satisfying pleasure. She knew that sensation well and knew Lincoln enjoyed it as much as she did.

“Don’t make me come yet, Roxie. Please.” He begged her, admitting far more than he probably should have.

He was already about to burst, and that gave her power, even though this wasn’t a power play. It did tell her that she had to go gently though, and she eased off a little. He wanted to last, wanted to make this last longer. They had all night as far as she was concerned.

His lips found their way to a nipple again and Roxie relaxed, letting him have his way. She didn’t think about how she’d shied away from the intimacy of the moment when it became almost unbearable how much she felt for him. She didn’t examine how she’d tried to make this sex again when he was offering her so much more. She just…gave in.

She let the fear that this might turn into something more go and allowed herself to truly feel what Lincoln made her feel. His hand left her inner thighs and moved around to her hip, to nudge her up into his. Her legs automatically went around his waist, wrapping him in her body.

She felt his length slide between her folds as she adjusted her body to cradle him more comfortably. It felt good and she wanted more. Their bodies started to move together, an imitation of the act they both wanted, but not yet. The hand on her hip moved further down as his face came back up to hers to kiss her with a need that nearly consumed them both.

Emotions threatened to overwhelm her again, but she didn’t pull away, she let herself feel them. Those emotions were spurred on by the sounds Lincoln made, the gasps, the groans, the guttural growls when he broke the kiss for a moment of air. Roxie was adrift in a sea of things she couldn’t define. Her body knew what they were though and carried her through them, keeping her afloat as her hands clutched at the back of his hair.

The hate she’d always swore she’d felt for him disappeared entirely as the heat between them consumed everything but her ability to want him and only him. That was also new, but she didn’t mind at the moment. If one man could make her feel like this, she didn’t need anyone else. It was that simple.

“Love me, Lincoln. Please?” She whispered, not afraid to ask for what she truly wanted, even if she didn’t want to examine what she truly meant by love.

“Anything your heart desires, Princess.” He whispered back just before he shifted between her thighs. In an instant, he was inside of her, deep inside her.